Track Title:               God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen

Album Title:               The Canadian Brass Noel
Prime Artist:              The Canadian Brass
Producer:                  Steve Vining
Written by:                Public Domain


Lyrics:
God rest you merry, gentlemen,
                                                     Let nothing you dismay,
                                                   Remember Christ our Savior
                                                   Was born on Christmas day,
                                                 To save us all from Satan's pow'r
                                                   When we were gone astray;

                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy,
                                                       Comfort and joy,
                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy.

                                                  From God our heavenly Father
                                                     A blessed angel came.
                                                    And unto certain shepherds
                                                   Brought tidings of the same,
                                                  How that in Bethlehem was born
                                                    The Son of God by name:

                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy,
                                                       Comfort and joy,
                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy.

                                                  "Fear not," then said the angel,
                                                     "Let nothing you affright,
                                                    This day is born a Savior,
                                                   Of virtue, power, and might;
                                                   So frequently to vanquish all
                                                    The friends of Satan quite";

                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy,
                                                       Comfort and joy,
                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy.

                                                   The shepherds at those tidings
                                                     Rejoiced much in mind,
                                                   And left their flocks a-feeding,
                                                   In tempest, storm, and wind,
                                                 And went to Bethlehem straightway
                                                    This blessed babe to find:

                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy,
                                                       Comfort and joy,
                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy.

                                                 But when to Bethlehem they came,
                                                      Whereat this infant lay
                                                   They found him in a manger,
                                                    Where oxen feed on hay;
                                                    His mother Mary kneeling,
                                                     Unto the Lord did pray:

                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy,
                                                       Comfort and joy,
                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy.

                                                   Now to the Lord sing praises,
                                                     All you within this place,
                                                And with true love and brotherhood
                                                    Each other now embrace;
                                                    This holy tide of Christmas
                                                     All others doth deface:

                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy,
                                                       Comfort and joy,
                                                  O tidings of comfort and joy.


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